I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

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“Cute,” I muttered, more to myself than anything, and carried the box inside.

It was beautiful. I won’t pretend it wasn’t.

The packaging alone probably cost more than the takeout I’d planned to order. Inside, nestled in gold paper, were rows of glossy, handcrafted chocolates, the kind you see in magazine spreads next to words like single-origin continue reading …